The Gory Side of Having Kids

E had a minor accident today. He was holding the storm door open for me after I took out the trash, and I pulled it closed without realizing his finger was in the crack between the door and jamb. I had to call my mom to leave work to help me calm him down, and I told her I'd probably be in big trouble if she didn't work so close. He's had Tylenol and is sleeping on the couch. I feel terrible about it, even though I know that the odds of him getting his finger slammed in a door at some point were pretty high. I think everybody's done that at least once.